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Chapter 109 "He disappeared from all electronic messages in the United States!!!" (asking for monthly tickets)
"So... your father is a factory worker, your mother is a restaurant waitress, and you have a sister who's a year younger than you?"

In the sawmill, Rorschach changed his medicine with boiled pine needles, with a hot dog that Wesley secretly brought from home stuffed in his mouth, and asked Wesley who was writing and drawing on the book.

The boy nodded first, then shook his head, and his pencil scratched on the paper.

Soon, when Rorschach saw what he wrote, he roughly understood it.

This father was actually just a stepfather, and Wesley's biological father died shortly after he was born.

Rorschach didn't know how to respond for a moment.

He is not good at dealing with children, and even worse at comforting others.

"So."

He deliberately changed the subject and forced a smile, "How is this stepfather treating you? He should be better than a stranger, right?"

Wesley was silent, then suddenly closed the book and turned to tease Brian.

Rorschach looked at the boy's back and curled his lips in self-mockery.

Sure enough, chatting with my children is like walking in a minefield.

He could feel that his body was recovering rapidly and his wounds were healing amazingly.

Perhaps within two days, I would be able to fully recover my mobility, and then I could leave this town.

At this moment, Wesley, who was playing with Brian, suddenly remembered something.

He pulled over a schoolbag, took out a chessboard, and looked at Rorschach expectantly.

"Draughts?"

Rorschach raised an eyebrow and asked, "You want me to play this with you?"

Wesley nodded repeatedly and raised his hand to sign, but put it down in frustration halfway through and started scribbling in his notebook.

Rorschach looked at what he had written, shook his head, and laughed, "So you always win at chess with your mother, and you want to play with everyone else besides your mother, right?"

Wesley nodded, placed the chessboard on a worn barrel, and gave Rorschach an expectant look.

Rorschach shrugged. "Okay, I can't do anything else besides playing chess now anyway."

Before long, the two of them sat on the ground, gathered around the chessboard on the trash can, and began a simple game of chess.

Rorschach had no experience in playing chess, he just knew the rules.

But now, thanks to the deductive ability brought by [Master of Lurking] and [Master of Trace Analysis], Rorschach is still confident that he can defeat the little guy opposite.

However, he soon discovered that something was wrong.

It’s not that Wesley is a great chess player. On the contrary, this kid is just a beginner and needs to think for a long time before making a simple move.

Thinking of what the other party had just written in the notebook, Rorschach smiled knowingly.

The child has a mother who loves him.

So, Rorschach was no longer in a hurry to play chess. He asked casually, "At noon, I saw footprints all over your back and snot in your hair. Who did it? Was it your classmate?"

Wesley looked up at him, then lowered his head and continued to stare at the chessboard.

There was no sign language or written response.

Rorschach continued, "They bully you because you're deaf and dumb, right?"

Wesley still didn't react.

"Because you're deaf and dumb, they know in their hearts that even if they beat you up black and blue, you can't go to the teacher to complain, and you don't have to worry about being punished."

"In class, you're like a weirdo who doesn't fit in. Amidst a room full of chattering classmates, you're the only one who can't speak, and you even have an unsightly hearing aid hanging from your ear."

"This is a remote town, with no decent entertainment venues around. But your classmates never find life boring. Why? Because their greatest joy is bullying you, making you go home dejected every day covered in boogers, snot, and footprints."

"Your mother must have felt heartbroken when she saw you like this. But she didn't stand up for you. It's not because she doesn't love you, but because she was afraid that doing so would make you even more ostracized at school."

"She hopes you can look at these things calmly, learn to accept what comes your way, focus on your studies, learn more about books, and stop picking fights with your classmates."

Wesley clutched his trouser legs tightly with both hands. Although his eyes were still fixed on the chessboard, the excitement on his face had long since disappeared.

It was not only because of what Rorschach had just said, but also because almost all of his black checkers on the board had been eaten.

How long has it been?
Thirty seconds?
One minute?

At that moment, the man's voice echoed across the street. "You tried to get along with others the way your mother taught you, but what happened? No one showed you kindness except your mother. Your concessions only resulted in intensified bullying! Some classmates even wiped their snot in your hair right in front of your female classmates—no, right in front of your precious sister!"

"Crash-"

Wesley was furious and threw the chessboard with only a few pieces left on it to the ground!

He was angry at what Rorschach said, but even more angry at himself for losing to him so quickly.

The boy stood up quickly, his eyes full of impatience.

He stared at the chess piece on the ground, and his breathing became rapid.

"how?"

Rorschach suddenly spoke.

He stared straight at Wesley and asked seriously, "Just because you're deaf and dumb, does that mean I have to let you win on purpose?"

Wesley lowered his head, said nothing, and pursed his lips tightly.

"Ugh……"

Rorschach sighed and said to him sincerely, "Wesley, this world is not as gentle as your mother. This world is very cold and cruel. If you want to win, you have to rely on your own ability to win!"

"Now, pick up the chess board."

He pointed to the chess pieces scattered on the ground.

Wesley stared at Rorschach for a few seconds, then squatted down and swiftly picked up all the chess pieces. When he was done, Rorschach pointed in front of him and said with a smile, "Continue..."

A new game of chess begins.

But not long after, Rorschach spoke again: "Isn't that boy much taller than you?"

Wesley raised his eyes to look at him and nodded slowly.

"So, deep down, you really want to fight back, but you can never muster the courage, right? Because you're afraid you won't be able to defeat him, and instead you'll be humiliated again in front of the whole class."

The boy stared at the chessboard blankly, unable to tell what he was thinking.

Rorschach suddenly put down the chess piece in his hand and said seriously, "Do you know the difference between a warrior and a coward?"

Seeing the other man shake his head, Rorschach continued, "There's no difference. If you dissect the two, you'll see that warriors and cowards are the same. They're both afraid of death or injury. But a warrior is a warrior because even when he's afraid, he still acts. Do you understand why?"

Wesley looked into Rorschach's eyes and shook his head blankly.

"Because he has a weapon that cowards don't have, that is courage! He has the courage to act! To fight! That's why he became a warrior!"

Rorschach looked at the boy lost in thought, and suddenly pointed at him and said, "Let's make a deal. I'll teach you a way. If that guy bullies you again at school tomorrow, you must stand up bravely. If you do, I will..."

He thought for a moment and smiled. "I'll learn sign language from you so you don't have to write and draw in a notebook all day."

Wesley's eyes suddenly lit up.

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The world is terrible and life is shit.

But the good news is that neither Rorschach nor Wesley is alone.

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An old Dodge Challenger is speeding down an Indiana interstate.

In the driver's seat, a man wearing a cowboy hat held the steering wheel with one hand and answered the phone with the other.

"The [machine] can't find any electronic messages from the other party? How is that possible? Is the target already dead?"

"Jack wants to recall us? Damn it! To hell with Jack! I'm determined to go after this target!"

"I've found a clue. A farmer saw the pickup truck belonging to the dead couple in the farmhouse. I'm on my way to track them down!"

"Just wait and see! I'm going to be the first agent in the bureau to complete a 'critically dangerous' mission! Let's see if those top ten bastards dare to look down on me!"

After saying that, he impatiently took out his SIM card and threw it out of the car window, while pulling out the revolver from his waist.

"boom!"

The bullet accurately shattered the phone card fluttering in the wind in the air.

The man whistled, and the strong wind blew up the strands of hair on the back of his head, revealing the eye-catching number "11" on his earlobe.

(End of this chapter)